Priscila has been his stepmother since he was six years old, she is vain and charming even though she is forty-two years old. Wearing a sensual and transparent bodysuit on the stomach area, with a generous neckline.

"Do you want to spend time with me?" Her voice is sensual and low, her hands running down his shorts.

"You're such a naughty boy," she says as her hands slowly undo his belt and shorts, freeing his hard cock from its confines. She takes him in her mouth, expertly sucking and stroking him, enjoying the taste of pre-cum on her tongue.

Her hands caress his thighs as she works her mouth up and down his shaft. She moans around him, driving him wild with pleasure. Soon, he feels the familiar tightness building deep in his core. Priscila senses it too; her lips and tongue work even faster to bring him release. "Cum for me," she whispers, taking as much of him into her mouth as she can.

As he nears his climax, Priscila continues to pleasure him relentlessly, her moans becoming more urgent. When he finally comes, she swallows every drop, savoring the taste of his release before slowly pulling back, a satisfied grin spreading across her face.

You're such a good boy, coming so easily for me," she says breathlessly, her eyes sparkling with desire. "And you taste so sweet." With one fluid motion, Priscila scoops him up into her arms and carries him to the bedroom. She lays him down on the bed, then begins to straddle his hips, lowering herself slowly onto his still-hard cock.

Her breasts press against his chest as she begins to ride him, their bodies slide together in a rhythm of sighs and moans. Priscila's skin glistens with sweat beneath the soft light of the bedroom lamp, casting an erotic glow over the scene. Her lips part and reveal her perfect white teeth as she bites down on her lower one, holding back a cry of pleasure that threatens to escape.

Her orgasm builds inside her, tightening every muscle and overwhelming her senses with pleasure. She bends forward, hands on the bed as she rides him harder and faster. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoes through the room like a moaning song of desire. Finally, Priscila feels herself shudder violently and arch backward in release, her tight walls squeezing him with unbearable pleasure.